Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The cold metal ball in my mouth was making me accumulate too much saliva and forcing it to leak down the sides of my mouth.
I'm naked, bound, and gagged.
My body is reacting strongly to the sensory overload. I can't stop shaking. I lay on my back with my hands cuffed above my head and my pussy spread bald eagle. I feel my Master slowly come up to my soaked and at this point very sensitive holes.
I gasp when his tongue sweeps along my exposed cunt lips. It feels wonderful. But something isn't right... my voice trails off as I feel something hard pressed against my mouth. I gag on the ball and spit it out. Then I feel his hot mouth slide slowly over my throbbing clit.
I spasm and moan through my slobbered ball gag.
I've never felt so engrossed or satisfied by oral sex before. Tears stream down my face as I feel another climax build deep within me. A loud scream escapes my throat before I can even really comprehend what just happened Although I did not see him, I know he is there because I feel his hands caress my breasts while his hot mouth works over my clit. I have always loved the feeling of having my breasts touched and squeezed.
Now they are full-fledged members of my sexual arsenal. I squirm and wriggle trying to get more pleasure out of them.
As my cries become louder, my whole body begins to tremble. I moan his name over and over again as my hips buck against the bed.
"Sir, Please. Please Can I Cum?". I attempt to yell out all muffled with the wet ball in my mouth.
He slows down his speed and my heart instantly sinks.
I was so close.
So fucking close. Why must he torture us like this? How cruel it is to deny our orgasms after we give ourselves completely to Him. So fucking close. Why must men be such slow lovers? How do women survive without orgasms for months?Oh God, please let me cum!!". I scream . "Sir, please"
Another slap of pain shoots across my clit.I almost pass out from the sudden burst of sensation. "Please, Sir, I beg you. Please let me cum this time. Please, Sir, I promise I won't scream this time. Please, Sir, I'M GONNA CUM!!!! "You will cum when I say so, pet. No exceptions." His voice is stern and resolute. "Now open up your legs." I do as instructed and feel the warmth of his body press against my thighs.As soon as my legs are opened wide enough, I feel his dick enter between my legs and push past that barrier I had hoped would prevent penetration. My pussy is on fire. Fire and ice. Hot and cold. Wet and ready. Just like I hoped it would be.And just like every other woman who's ever been fucked properly. There is no better way than this.No better way then this. As his dick slides further and further into me, every nerve ending in my pussy starts firing together creating one incredible bundle of joy. At last, I M CUMMING! I scream with all my might and let everything go. The ball gag, the handcuffs, the everything. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!And finally, it happens. With a final huge groan, I collapse onto my bedding gasping for air. And sure enough, I do exactly as promised. I don't scream though; instead, I make a silent cry. Silent yet powerful. That's what I want my scream to be. A silent scream that says everything without the need for words. My Master knows just what to do with my silent scream.He pulls the blindfold tightens until only the tips of my lashes meet the black material. And yet still I am left wanting. Wanting more. More control.More domination.
"Good girl," He teases pulling away some of the restraints. You want me to fuck you, don't you, pet?" I nod my head. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth, or should I make you wear it on your pretty cheeks like a good little slut?" I shake my head and whimper.Still unable to speak. Nervous habit of mine. Yet somehow I manage to whisper yes sir. Yes master. Oh god, how pathetic. Yet strangely satisfying. My pathetic attempt at begging has no effect on him. He is determined to break me in every way possible. And he is succeeding. Slowly but surely. One way or another, he is going to make me submit. It is his destiny.What else could explain why each day brings something new? Something different? Each night finds me in a different position, tied up tighter and tighter.